Just then, Youcef coughed up a mouthful of blood and awoke from the mental battle.

“The amount of murderous energy and his skills… How did you do that?”

Thea and Yaretzi, who had been staring at the space where the young men were, widened their eyes.

During mental battles, the person who was injured and regained consciousness first was the loser.

It appeared Youcef, whose cultivation rank was higher than Jacopo’s by almost an entire rank, had lost. Moreover, it sounded like a clear-cut loss.